Hello again, faithful readers/reviewers! Here's your first taste of my newest Puzzle-shipping story, Teenage Dream. I know it's short, but there needed to be a prologue for this. Also, since there's a lot of thinking in this story, it's going to be told from a first person perspective. I don't think I'll be switching perspective mid-chapter though. Probably I'll just keep it the same for the entire chapter.

So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: It's not mine. None of it. Not the title, not the quotes, not the characters.

Prologue: Time

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. –Anonymous

Yugi:

I can't believe it's already May. Pretty soon, I'll be graduating high school and starting my summer internship at the Domino City Museum. And then after that, I'll be on my way to college. It's actually pretty scary.

Atem taps me on the forehead. "What's on your mind?"

I jump a bit; I haven't been sleeping well lately and I'm zoning out a lot. I manage a weak laugh.

"Oh you know, the stock market…Armageddon…oh, and college, of course. All the usual stuff."

Atem brushes his thumb across my lips. "It's really not as bad as everyone says it is."

I catch his hand and link our fingers together. "And you know this how?"

He leans closer. "Haven't you heard? I know everything."

Even as I kiss him, I half want to slap him. If we weren't sitting in my living room with the blinds shut and the door locked, he wouldn't be like this.

'I know everything.'

No, you don't Atem. We've been "officially dating" for almost four months now, and we're the only two people who know about it. Okay, so I'm pretty sure my grandpa knows; he's hinted that he does anyway. But Atem hasn't come out to anyone yet. Not to his adoptive father, not to his best friends, and now I'm starting to think that he hasn't even admitted it to himself yet. Then I want to slap myself, because I'm being a selfish brat.

We've stopped kissing by now, and as if to assure myself that he isn't going to shy away from me, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder. Rather than pull away from me, he leans his head against mine and starts combing his fingers through my hair.

I remind myself how scared I was when I first realized that whenever I called someone hot, it was usually a guy. I remember what a struggle it was for me to accept my sexuality, and to tell my grandfather and my friends about it. I was lucky- they understood and accepted it. It was the rest of the freaking world that had a problem with me. In the end I ran away, because it got to be too much. I know that Atem sees what's happened to me and worries that it will happen to him too. But there are times when we're walking down the hall and I want to grab his hand. Some days I feel like crap and I wish that he would hug me and tell me something cheesy to make me feel better. Instead I have to wait until we're safely hidden away at my house before he becomes Mister Perfect Boyfriend.

And when we're alone, he is perfect. When nobody's watching, he's suddenly everything I could ask for in a boyfriend. He's sweet and polite, he never pressures me to do anything I don't want to do, he listens to me…okay he does that all the time, but I digress- he's an amazing man.

I thought I could wait for him to come around to the fact that he's gay…or bisexual…no he's definitely not attracted to girls…yet. And therein lies my biggest concern- I feel like since we haven't told anyone about the fact that we're together, then it isn't official. And if it isn't official, then nothing stops him from leaving me when college starts. We're both staying local, and we're not dorming, but all I can think about is that he'll meet someone else and leave me behind. I wonder if everyone feels like that when they go to college, though. I know that a lot of people break up, and I really don't want that to happen to me and Atem. But how am I supposed to tell him that?

And then there's the other thing that's been weighing heavily on my mind lately. It's that wonderful time of year when all high school seniors start to scour newspapers for limo ads, when girls form online groups and make sure that they don't buy so much as the same pair of shoes, and when suddenly everyone realizes that they have to be very careful with who they argue with or talk back to because one wrong word, or one fashion faux pas, or one unreliable driver could throw a serious wrench into what's supposed to be the best night of their life.

It's that wonderful nightmare known as Prom.

And guess who has a ticket, a tux, a limo and a boyfriend, but no official date?

Yep, that would be me.

Ah, the wonders of high school prom night and the drama leading up to it. How vividly I can recall it…

I'm not asking, I am ORDERING you- YEAH, YOU!- to review. Even if it's just one word, I don't mind. I would like longer, but I want your opinions, because they matter to me.